Who
sorts out
the poet
giving a voice
to your unuttered
despair left in the wake?
I cannot run to you now.
We survived the end of our world,
unfortunately not each other.
Paths once united, just dust from our past.
A Solitary Journey
Tag: etheree
Past Present
This
is an
oddly strange,
crazy feeling.
How could I predict
what would happen to me
in the very next moments?
Am I losing my sanity?
It feels quite impossible to know
I am experiencing this again.
Looking Ahead
The
evening
hours are when
I begin to
plan some needed joy
for the next new morning.
A surprise breakfast perhaps?
A juicy love note tucked inside
my lover’s lunch tote filled with goodies?
He might not even want to go to work!
Politics Be Damned
The
masses
deluded.
This criminal
has them enchanted.
Making him an idol.
They drank the kool-aid so fast,
pledging their allegiance and souls,
putting all others in harms way too.
Never seeing it would be our demise.
Only wonder women can save us now…
These Trying Times
wow
these days
up is down
and down is up
nauseated too
with every tweet posted
our confidence is shaken
our country further divided
hate-filled bullying is now the norm
why in the hell is a cheeto in charge
Answerable
No
matter
what the take
is on belief,
what you bring to this
one life is all on you.
You will be judged for it so
have pride in what you do, and take
personal responsibility.
Live your best life, contribute more than take.
Gaining Chill
The
truth and
dilemma
and affliction
of anxiety
is sufferers desire
reality more than feels,
more than anything in the world.
It’s a need to feel completely chill.
Anxiety robs us of feeling sane.
Frenetic Motion
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #103 – Delightfully Disorienting Dance
I
strap in
to watch a
video of
fast-paced images,
extraordinary
demonstration of motion.
It makes me think this is such a
unique format to view. It is a
delightfully disorienting dance.
Disrespect
How
dare you
come at me
with this retort?
Inappropriate
levity will not stand!
Take your tongue-in-cheek elsewhere!
It’s frivolous and facetious.
How dare you? We have ladies present!
Now shoo, take your flippant remarks with you!
Dead On Arrival
It
took you
way too long
to trust me when
I was already
all wound up in this love.
Your willingness to provide
me with security, comfort,
and peace appeared incredibly late.
Now, all you’re doing is playing catch-up.
Now, all I’m doing – losing interest.
The flame, once bright, shines so much less now.
The feelings of desire have peaked.
Thinking about our future.
Where do we go from here?
Turning away now.
Letting go now.
Goodbye then.
It’s too
late.
